I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
i can tell by the sound of your bed that he isnt that good at sex.
Its piss that you smell... I borrowed that shirt last week. Sooo, wanna grab some laundry soap on your way home? And good luck on your date.
Bruises. Everywhere. Table sex is dangerous
I'm fucking an ugly guy. Don't come home.
well now I have to
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
I dont have any paper so I'm writing class notes on my first response direction pregnancy paper. Judging eyes are all around.
Maybe the downfall to liking really smart guys is that they're to smart to think about sex all the time.
Better than last year. I didn't wake up to an after thanksgiving human shit on my living room floor. I think it's a sign I'm growing up at almost 30.
I don't know if trying Molly for the first time before my flight was an awesome or aweful idea
All I remember is folk music and a lot of drugs. I am never going "on an adventure" with you again
I'm going to assume that "the army of generous folk dancers" is no longer a goal you are willing to fulfill
It's like wanting to be a vampire vs being a vampire. You don't know the cock lust until it's infected you.
So like, boobs.
are you really going to start every conversation like that?
He said his name was Tony, after last night I will refer to him as Tiny
After we fucked we sat in bed and watched Charlie St. Cloud and he fed me ice cream. It was probably the most romantic thing I've ever done.
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